you, how

you

I say,

Fair sır, you spit on me on Wednesday last :

Bass. You shall not seal to such a bond for ine, You spurn’d me such a day; another time

I'll rather dwell in my necessity. You call'd me- - dog; and for these courtesies

Ant. Why, fear not, man ; I will not forfeit it; I'll lend you thus much monies.

Within these two months, that's a month before Ant. I am as like to call thee so again,

This bond expires, I do expect return To spit on thee again, to spurn thee too.

Of thrice three times the value of this bond. If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not

Shy. O father Abraham, what these Christians are; As to thy friends; (for when did friendship take Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect A breed for barren metal of his friend?)

The thoughts of others ! Pray you, tell me this; But lend it rather to thine enemy;

If he should break his day, what should I gain
Who, if he break, thou may'st with better face By the exaction of the forfeiture ?
Exact the penalty.

A pound of man's flesh, taken from a man,
Shy.
Why, look

storm! Is not so estimable, profitable neither,
I would be friends with you, and have your love, As flesh of muttons, beefs, or goats.
Forget the shames that you have stain'd me with, To buy his favour, I extend this friendship;
Supply your present wants, and take no doit If he will take it, so ; if not, adieu ;
Of usance for my monjes, and you'll not hear me: And, for my love, I pray you, wrong me not.
This is kind I offer.

Ant. Yes, Shylock, J will seal unto this bond. Ant. This were kindness.

Shy. Then meet me forthwith at the notary's ; Shy.

This kindness will I show : -- Give him direction for this merry bond, Go with me to a notary, seal me there

And I will go and purse the ducats straight ; Your single bond; and, in a merry sport,

See to my house, left in the fearful guard If you repay me not on such a day,

Of an unthrifty knave; and presently In such a place, such sum, or sums, as are

I will be with you.

(Erit. Express'd in the condition, let the forfeit

Ant.

Hie thee, gentle Jew. Be nominated for an equal pound

This Hebrew will turn Christian ; he grows kind. Of your fair flesh, to be cut off and taken

Bass. I like not fair terms, and a villain's mind. In what part of your body pleaseth me.

Ant. Come on ; in this there can be no dismay, Ant. Content, in faith; I'll seal to such a bond, My ships come home a month before the day. And say, there is much kindness in the Jew.

[Ereunt.

ACT II.

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SCENE I.-Belmont. A Room in Portia's House. Pluck the young sucking cubs from the she bear,

Yea, mock the lion when he roars for prey, Flourish of Cornets. Enter the Prince of Morocco, To win thee, lady: But, alas the while !

and his Train; Portia, Nerissa, and other of If Hercules, and Lichas, play at dice her Attendants.

Which is the better man, the greater throw
Mor. Mislike me not for my complexion, May turn by fortune from the weaker hand :
The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun,

So is Alcides beaten by his page;
To whom I am a neighbour, and near bred. And so may I, blind fortune leading me,
Bring me the fairest creature northward born, Miss that which one unworthier may attain,
Where Phæbus' fire scarce thaws the icicles,

And die with grieving.
And let us make incision for your love,

Por.

You must take your chance; 'To prove whose blood is reddest, his, or mine. And either not attempt to choose at all, I tell thee, lady, this aspect of mine

Or swear, before you choose, — if you choose wrong, Hath fear'd the valiant; by my love, I swear, Never to speak to lady afterward "The best-regarded virgins of our clime

In way of marriage; therefore be advis'd. Have lov'd it too : I would not change this hue, Mor. Nor will not ; come, bring me unto my Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen.

chance. Por. In terms of choice I am not solely led Por. First, forward to the temple ; after dinner By nice direction of a maiden's eyes :

Your hazard shall be made. Besides, the lottery of my destiny

Mor.

Good fortune then ! [Cornets. Bars me the right of voluntary choosing :

To make me bless't, or cursed'st among men. But, if my father had not scanted me,

(Ereunt. And hedg'd me by his wit, to yield myself His wife, who wins me by that means I told you,

SCENE II. - Venice. A Street.
Yourself, renowned prince, then stood as fair,
As any comer I have look'd on yet,

Enter LAUNCELOT Gorbo.
For my affection.

Laun. Certainly my conscience will serve me to Mor.

Even for that I thank you ; run from this Jew, my master : The fiend is at Therefore, I pray you, lead me to the caskets, mine elbow ; and tempts me, saying to me, Gobbo, To try my fortune. By this scimitar, –

Launcelot Gobbo, good Launcelot, or good Gobbo, That slew the Sophy, and a Persian prince,

or good Launcelot Gobbo, use your legs, take the That won three fields of Sultan Solyman,

start, run away: My conscience says, -no; take I would out-stare the sternest eyes that look, heed, honest Launcelot ; take heed, honest Gobbo : OY Out-brave the heart most daring on the earth, as aforesaid, honest Luuncelot Gubbo ; do not run .

Well, my

taste;

:

a

scorn running with thy heels : Well, the most cou- that knows his own child. Well, old man, I will rageous fiend bids me pack; via ! says the fiend; tell you news of your son : Give me your blessing : away! says the fiend, for the heavens; rouse up a truth will come to light; murder cannot be hid long, brave mind, says the fiend, and run.

a man's son may ; but, in the end, truth will out. conscience, hanging about the neck of my heart, Gob. Pray you, sir, stand up; I am sure, you are says very wisely to me, - my honest friend, Launce- not Launcelot, my boy. lot, being an honest man's son, or rather an honest Laun. Pray you, let's have no more fooling about woman's son ; — for, indeed, my father did some- it, but give me your blessing ; I am Launcelot, your thing smack, something grow to, he had a kind of boy that was, your son that is, your child that

well, my conscience says, Launcelot, budge shall be. nuot; budge, says the fiend; budge not, says my con- Gob. I cannot think, you are my son. science : Conscience, say I, you counsel well ; fiend, Laun. I know not what I shall think of that : but say I, you counsel well: to be ruled by my con- I am Launcelot, the Jew's man : and, I am sure, science, I should stay with the Jew my master, who, Margery, your wife, is my mother. (God bless the mark !) is a kind of devil; and, to Gob. Her name is Margery, indeed : I'll be sworn, run away from the Jew, I should be ruled by the if thou be Launcelot, thou art mine own flesh and fend, who, saving your reverence, is the devil him- blood. Lord worshipp'd might he be ! what a beard self: Certainly, the Jew is the very devil incar- hast thou got ! thou hast got more hair on thy chin, nation : and, in my conscience, my conscience is but than Dobbin my thill-horse has on his tail. a kind of hard conscience, to offer to counsel me to Laun. It should seem then, that Dobbin's tail stay with the Jew: The fiend gives the more friendly grows backward ; I am sure he had more hair on counsel : I wi run, fiend ; my heels are at your his tail, than I have on my face, when I last saw him. commandment, I will run.

Gob. Lord, how art thou changed! How dost

thou and thy master agree? I have brought him a Enter Old GOBBO, with a basket.

present; How 'gree you now? Gob. Master, young man, you, I pray you ; which

I

Laun. Well, well; but, for mine own part, as I is the way to master Jew's?

have set up my rest to run away, so I will not rest Laun. (Aside.] O heavens, this is my true be- till I have run some ground : my master's a very gotten father! who, being more than sand-blind, Jew; Give him a present! give him a halter : I am high-gravel blind, knows me not: – I will try con- famish’d in his service; you may tell every finger I clusions with him.

have with my ribs. Father, I am glad you are come; Gob. Master young gentleman, I pray you, which give me your present to one master Bassanio, who, is the way to master Jew's ?

indeed, gives rare new liveries ; if I serve not him, I Laun. Turn up on your right hand, at the next will run as far as God has any ground. — rare forturning, but, at the next turning of all, on your tune! here comes the man ; — to him, father ; for I left; marry, at the very next turning, turn of no am a Jew, if I serve the Jew any longer. hand, but turn down indirectly to the Jew's house. Gob. By God's sonties, 't will be a hard way to it.

Enter BASSANIO, with LEONARDO, and other

Followers. Can you tell me whether one Launcelot, that dwells with him, dwell with him, or no?

Bass. You may do so : — but let it be so basted, Laun. Talk you of young master Launcelot ?— that supper be ready at the farthest by five of the Mark me now; [aside.] now will I raise the wa- clock: See these letters deliver’d; put the liveries ters: — Talk you of young master Launcelot ? to making; and desire Gratiano to come anon to Gob. No master, sir, but a poor man's son: his my lodging.

[Exit a Servant. father, though I say it, is an honest exceeding poor Laun. To him, father. man, and, God be thanked, well to live.

Gob. God bless your worship! Laun. Well, let his father be what he will, we Bass. Gramercy; Would'st thou aught with me? talk of young master Launcelot.

Gob. Here's my son, sir, a poor boy, Gob. Your worship's friend, and Launcelot, sir. Laun. Not a poor boy, sir, but the rich Jew's

Laun. But I pray you ergo, old man, ergo, I be- man ; that would, sir, as my father shall specify, seech you; Talk of young master Launcelot?

Gob. He hath a great infection, sir, as one would Gob. Of Launcelot, an't please your master- say, to serve ip

Laun. Indeed, the short and the long is, I serve Laun. Ergo, master Launcelot ; talk not of mas- the Jew, and I have a desire, as my father shall ter Launcelot, father ; for the young gentleman (ac- specify, cording to fates and destinies, and such odd sayings, Gob. His master and he, (saving your worship s t'je sisters three, and such branches of learning,) is, reverence,) are scarce cater-cousins : indeed, deceased; or, as you would say, in plain Laun. To be brief, the very truth is, that the terms, gone to heaven.

Jew having done me wrong, doth cause me, as my Gob. Marry, God forbid ! the boy was the very father, being I hope an old man, shall frutify unto staff of my age, my very prop:

you, Laun. Do I look like a cudgel, or a hovel-post, Gob. I have here a dish of doves, that I would a staff, or a prop?. Do you know me, father? bestow upon your worship; and my suit is,

Gob. Alack the day, I know you not, young gen- Laun. In very brief, the suit is impertinent to tleman : but, I pray you, tell me, is my boy, (God myself, as your worship shall know by this honest rest his soul !) alive or dead ?

old man; and, though I say it, though old man, Laun. Do you not know me, father ?

yet, poor man, my father. Gob. Alack, sir, I am sand-blind, I know you not. Bass. One speak for both; — What would you : Laun. Nay, indeed, if you had your eyes, you

Laun. Serve you, sir. might fail of the knowing me : it is'a wise father, Goh. This is the very defect of the matter, sir.

you

a

son :

:

a

a

a

Bass. I know thee well, thou last obtain'd thy | I would entreat you rather to put on suit:

Your boldest suit of mirth, for we have friends Shylock, thy master, spoke with me this day, That purpose merriment: But fare you well, And hath preferr'd thee, if it be preferment,

I have some business. To leave a rich Jew's service, to become

Gra. And I must to Lorenzo, and the rest ; The follower of so poor a gentleman.

But we will visit you at supper-time. (Exeune. Laun. The old proverb is very well parted between my master Shylock and you, sir; you have the grace

SCENE III.

The same. A Room in Shylock's of God, sir, and he hath enough.

House. Bass. Thou speak'st it well; Go, father, with thy

Erter JESSICA and LAUNCELOT. Take leave of thy old master, and enquire

Jes. I am sorry, thou wilt leave my father so; My lodging out :- give him a livery

Our house is hell, and thou, a merry devil,

[To his Followers. Didst rob it of some taste of tediousness : More guarded than his fellows': See it done. But fare thee well : there is a ducat for thee.

Laun. Father, in :- I cannot get a service, no; And, Launcelot, soon at supper shalt thou see - I have ne'er a tongue in my head. — Well; (look- Lorenzo, who is thy new master's guest : ing on his palm.) if any man in Italy have a fairer Give him this letter ; do it secretly, table, which doth offer to swear upon a book. -1 And so farewell ; I would not have my father shall have good fortune ; Go to, here's a simple line See me talk with thee. of life! here's a small trifle of wives : Alas, fifteen Laun. Adieu! - tears exhibit my tongue. wives is nothing; eleven widows, and nine maids, is Most beautiful pagan, - most sweet Jew! If a a simple coming in for one man: and then, to Christian do not play the knave, and get thee, I am 'scape drowning thrice; and to be in peril of my life much deceived : But, adieu ! these foolish drops do with the edge of a feather-bed ; - here are simple somewhat drown my manly spirit ; adieu! (Erit. 'scapes ! Well, if fortune be a woman, she's a good Jes. Farewell, good Launcelot. wench for this gear. — Father, come; I'll take my Alack, what heinous sin is it in me, leave of the Jew in the twinkling of an eye.

To be asham'd to be my father's child !
[Exeunt LAUNCELOT and Old GOBBO. But though I am a daughter to his blood,
Bass. I pray thee, good Leonardo, think on this ; | I am not to his manners: O Lorenzo,
These things being bought, and orderly bestow'd, If thou keep promise, I shall end this strife ;
Return in haste, for I do feast to-night

Become a Christian, and thy loving wife. [Erit.
My best-esteem'd acquaintance: hie thee, go.
Leon. My best endeavours shall be done herein.

SCENE IV. The same. A Street.
Enter GRATIANO.

Enter GRATIANO, LORENZO, SALARINO, and

SALANIO.
Gra. Where is your master ?
Leon.

Yonder, sir, he walks. Lor. Nay, we will slink away in supper-time;

(Exit LEONARDO. | Disguise us at my lodging, and return Gra. Signior Bassanio,

All in an huur. Bass. Gratiano !

Gra. We have not made good preparation. Gra. I have a suit to you.

Salar. We have not spoke us yet of torchBass. You have obtain'd it.

bearers. Gra. You must not deny me; I must go with Salan. 'Tis vile, unless it may be quaintly order'd ; you to Belmont.

And better, in my mind, not undertook. Bass. Why, then you must ;

But hear thee, Lor. 'Tis now but four o'clock; we have two Gratiano;

hours Tnou art too wild, too rude, and bold of voice ;

To furnish us; -
Parts, that become thee happily enough,
And in such eyes as ours appear not faults ;

Enter LAUNCELOT, with a letter.
But where thou are not known, why, there they show

Friend Launcelot, what's the news? Something too liberal : - pray thee take pain Laun. An it shall please you to break up this, it To allay with some cold drops of modesty

shall seem to signify. Thy skipping spirit; lest, through thy wild behaviour, Lor. I know the hand: in faith, 'tis a fair hand; I be misconstrued in the place I go to,

And whiter than the paper it writ on,
And lose my hopes.

Is the fair hand that writ.
Gra.
Signior Bassanio, hear me : Gra.

Love-news, in faith. If I do not put on a sober habit,

Laun. By your leave, sir. Talk with respect, and swear but now and then, Lor. Whither goest thou ? Wear prayer-books in my pocket, look demurely ; Laun. Marry, sir, to bid my old master the Jew Nay more, while grace is saying, hood mine eyes to sup to-night with my new master the Christian. Thus with my hat, and sigh, and say, amen;

Lor. Hold here, take this: - - tell gentle Jessica Use all the observance of civility,

I will not fail her; speak it privately ; go. Like one well studied in a sad ostent

Gentlemen,

(Erit LAUNCELOT. To please his grandam, never trust me more. Will you prepare you for this masque to-night? Bass. Well, we shall see your bearing.

I am provided of a torch-bearer. Gra. Nay, but I bar to-night ; you shall not gage Salar. Ay, marry, I'll be gone about it straight.

Salan. And so will I. By what we do to-night.

Lrr.

Meet me, and Gra:iang Bass

No, that were pity ; At Gratiano's. lodging some hour heno:

me

renzo

Salar. 'Tis good we do so.

Slıy. The patch is kind enough ; but a huge [Exeunt SALAR. and Salan.

feeder, Gra. Was not that letter from fair Jessica ? Snail-slow in profit, and he sleeps by day Lor. I must needs tell thee all : She hath More than the wild cat ; drones hive not with me; directed,

Therefore I part with him ; and part with him How I shall take her from her father's house ; To one that I would have him help to waste What gold, and jewels, she is furnish'd with ; His borrow'd purse. — Well, Jessica, go in ; What page's suit she hath in readiness.

Perhaps, I will return immediately ; If e'er the Jew her father come to heaven,

Do, as I bid you, It will be for his gentle daughter's sake :

Shut doors after you: Fast bind, fast find; And never dare misfortune cross her foot,

A proverb never stale in thrifty mind. [Exit. Unless she do it under this excuse,

Jes. Farewell; and if my fortune be not crost, That she is issue to a faithless Jew.

I have a father, you a daughter, lost. [Erit. Come, go with me; peruse this, as thou goest : Fair Jessica shall be my torch-bearer. (Ereunt.

SCENE VI. - The same. SCENE V. - The same. Before Shylock's House.

Enter GratianO and SALARINO, masqued.

Gra. This is the pent-house, under which Lo Enter Shylock and LAUNCELOT. Shy. Well, thou shalt see, thy eyes shall be thy Desir'd us to make stand. judge,

Salar.

His hour is almost pasi. The difference of old Shylock and Bassanio :

Gra. And it is marvel he out-dwells his hour, What, Jessica ! — thou shalt not gormandize, For lovers ever run before the clock. As thou hast done with me; — What, Jessica ! Salar. O, ten times faster Venus' pigeons fly And sleep and snore, and rend apparel out;

To seal love's bonds new made, than they are won, Why, Jessica, I say !

To keep obliged faith unforfeited !
Laun.
Why, Jessica!

Gra. That ever holds : who riseth from a feast, Shy. Who bids thee call? I do not bid thee call. With that keen appetite that he sits down?

Laun. Your worship was wont to tell me, I could Where is the horse that doth untread again do nothing without bidding.

His tedious measures with the unbated fire

That he did pace them first ? All things that are, Enter JessiCA.

Are with more spirit chased than enjoy’d. Jes. Call you? What is your will ?

How like a younker, or a prodigal, Shy. I am bid forth to supper, Jessica ;

The scarfed bark puts from her native bay, There are my keys: - But wherefore should I go? Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind ! I am not bid for love ; they flatter me:

How like the prodigal doth she return; But yet I'll go in hate, to feed upon

With over-weather'd ribs, and ragged sails, The prodigal Christian. – Jessica, my girl, Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind ! look to my house : - I am right loath to go; There is some ill a brewing towards my rest,

Enter LORENZO. For I did dream of money-bags to-night.

Salar. Here comes Lorenzo;- more of this heriLaun. I beseech you, sir, go; my young master

after. doth expect your reproach.

Lor. Sweet friends, your patience for my long Shy. So do I his.

abode : Laun. And they have conspired together, -I | Not I, but my affairs, have made you wait : will not say, you shall see a masque ; but if you do, When you shall please to play the thieves for wives, then it was not for nothing that my nose fell a I'll watch as long for you then. Approach ; bleeding on Black-Monday last, at six o'clock i'the Here dwells my father Jew : - - Ho! who's within saorning, falling out that year on Ash-Wednesday was four year in the afternoon.

Enter Jessica, above, in boy's clothes. Shy. What; are there masques ? Hear you me, Jes. Who are you? Tell me, for more certainty, Jessica :

Albeit I'll swear that I do know your tongue. Lock up my doors; and when you hear the drum, Lor. Lorenzo, and thy love. And the vile squeaking of the wry-neck'd fife, Jes. Lorenzo, certain ; and my love, indeed; Clarnber not you up to the casements then,

For who love I so much ? and now who knows, Nor thrust your head into the publick street, But you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours? 'To gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces : Lor. Heaven, and thy thoughts, are witness that But stop my house's ears, I mean my casements;

thou art. Let not the sound of shallow foppery enter

Jes. Here, catch this casket ; it is worth the pains
My sober house. - By Jacob's staff, I swear, I am glad 'tis night, you do not look on me,
I have no mind of feasting forth to-night :

For I am much asham'd of my exchange :
But I will go.
Go you before me, sirrah ;

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see fay, I will come.

The pretty follies that themselves commit;
Laun.
I will go before, sir.-

For if they could, Cupid himself would blush Mistress, look out at window, for all this ;

To see me thus transformed to a boy. There will come a Christian by,

Lor. Descend, for you must be my torch-bearer. Will be worth a Jewess' eye.

(Erit Laun.

Jes. What, must I hold a candle to my shames ? Shy. What says that fool of Hagar's offspring, ha? They in themselves, good sooth, are too too light. ies. His words were, Farewell, mistress ; nothing Why, 'tis an office of discovery, love; else.

And I should be obscur'd.

Lor.
So are you, sweet, 1

I do in birth deserve her, and in fortunes,
Even in the lovely garnish of a boy.

In graces, and in qualities of breeding; But come at once;

But more than these, in love I do deserve. For the close night doth play the run-away,

What if I stray'd no further, but chose here? And we are staid for at Bassanio's feast.

Let's see once more this saying grav'd in gold Jes. I will make fast the doors, and gild myself Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire. With some more ducats, and be with you straight. Why, that's the lady : all the world desires her:

[Erit, from above. From the four corners of the earth they come, Gra. Now, by my hood, a Gentile, and no Jew. To kiss this shrine, this mortal breathing saint.

Lor. Beshrew me, but I love her heartily : The Hyrcanian deserts, and the vasty wilds For she is wise, if I can judge of her ;

Of wide Arabia, are as through-fares now, And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true;

For princes to come view fair Portia :
And true she is, as she hath prov'd herself;

The watry kingdom, whose ambitious head
And therefore, like herself, wise, fair, and true, Spits in the face of heaven, is no bar
Shall she be placed in my constant soul.

To stop the foreign spirits ; but they come,

As o'er a brook, to see fair Portia.
Enter JESSICA, below.

One of these three contains her heavenly picture.
What, art thou come? - On, gentlemen, away ; Is't like, that lead contains her? 'Tvere damnation,
Our masquing mates by this time for us stay. To think so base a thought : it were too gross
[Erit, with Jessica and SalariNO. To rib her cerecloth in the obscure grave.

Or shall I think, in silver she's immur'd,
Enter ANTONIO.

Being ten times undervalued to try'd gold ?
Ant. Who's there?

O sinful thought! Never so rich a gem Gra. Signior Antonio ?

Was set in worse than gold. They have in England Ant. Fye, fye, Gratiano! where are all the rest ? A coin, that bears the figure of an angel 'Tis nine o'clock : our friends all stay for you :- Stamped in gold; but that's insculp'd upon; No masque to-night; the wind is come about, But here an angel in a golden bed Bassanio presently will go aboard :

Lies all within. · Deliver me the key ; I have sent twenty out to seek for you.

Here do I choose, and thrive I as I may ! Gra. I am glad on't; I desire no more delight, Por. There, take it, prince, and if my form lie Than to be under sail, and gone to-night. (Ereunt. there,

Then I am yours.

[He unlocks the golden casket. SCENE VII. - Belmont. A Room in Portia's Mor. O hell! what have we here? House.

A carrion death, within whose empty eye

There is a written scroll? I'll read the writing. Flourish of Cornets. Enter Portia, with the Prince of Morocco, and both their Trains.

All that glisters is not gold,

Often have you heard that told :
Por. Go, draw aside the curtains, and discover

Many a man his life hath sold,
The several caskets to this noble prince :
Now make

But my outside to behold :
your
choice.

Gilded tombs do worms infold.
Mor. The first, of gold, who this inscription

Had you been as wise as bold, bears;

Young in limbs, in judgment old, Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire.

Your answer had not been inscrol'd : The second, silver, which this promise carries ;

Fare you well ; your suit is cold. Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves. This third, dull lead, with warning all as blunt; - Cold, indeed ; and labour lost : Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath. Then, farewell, heat; and, welcome, frost. How shall I know if I do choose the right?

Portia, adieu ! I have too griev'd a heart Por. The one of them contains my picture, To take a tedious leave : thus losers part. [Erit. prince;

Por. A gentle riddance : — Draw the curtains, If you choose that, then I am yours withal.

go; Mor. Some god direct my judgment! Let me see, Let all of his complexion choose me so. (Ereunt. I will survey the inscriptions back again : What says this leaden casket ?

SCENE VIII. – Venice. A Street. Vho chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath.

Enter SALARINO and SALANIO.
Must give — For what? for lead ? hazard for lead ?
This casket threatens : Men, that hazard all,

Salar. Why man, I saw Bassanio under sail ; Do it in hope of fair advantages :

With bim is Gratiano gone along; A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross ; And in their ship, I am sure, Lorenzo is not. l’ll then nor give, nor hazard, aught for lead.

Salan. The villain Jew with outcries rand the What says the silver, with her virgin hue ?

duke ; W]:0 chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves. Who went with him to search Bassanio's ship. As much as he deserves ? — Pause there, Morocco, Salar. He came too late, the ship was under sai? And weigh thy value with an even hand :

But there the duke was given to understand, If thou be’st rated by thy estimation,

That in a gondola were seen together Thou dost deserve enough; and yet enough

Lorenzo and his amorous Jessica ; May not extend so far as to the lady;

Besides, Antonio certify'd the duke, And yet to be afeard of my deserving,

They were not with Bassanio in his slip. Were but a weak disabling of myself.

Salan. I never heard a passion so confus'd, As much as I deserve ! - Why, that's the lady: So strange, outrageous, and so variable.